A/N: Hey Y'all (yes I actually do say that and I'm a Yankee) I liked this so much I decided not to finish and so I changed the name and the summary, I hope y'all like where it's going.

Sarah woke up to licks all over her face.

"Get off you two." She shoved her two Siberian wolves off her bed and stretched.

It had been a year sense she and Bernard had announced they were officially dating, to which the general consensus was…

"FINALLY!"

Sarah watched Nora and Balin, her wolves, playing on the floor as she remembered when she found them.

9 years ago

Sarah had once again gone wandering through the outskirts of the North Pole; despite Bernard forbidding her to because it was "dangerous" Sarah mocked Bernard out loud. It was then that she heard two little yelps and ran for them. She found two wolf pups cuddled up to a dead mother who no doubt was killed by poachers. Sarah quickly took off her coat and wrapped it around the pups and then ran back toward the kitchen so she could get them food.

"Have you run this by Bernard yet young miss?" The head elf-cook asked Sarah.

"Nope, but he could never say no to such cute helpless little things." Sarah knew very well he could say no, and probably would, so as soon as the pups were done she started toward the work shop so she could hide them in her room till she could ask Santa himself. Unfortunately just as she got to the workshop she looked up to see a very frazzled and upset looking Bernard.

"Where have you been, and what are THOSE?" He pointed toward the pups. "There is no way you are keeping wolves, they're way too dangerous."

"Oh grow up Bernard these pups would'nt-" Sarah was cut off by Bernard.

"Grow up? GROW UP? I can't believe you just dared tell me to grow up! I'm 2500 years old, and you're what? Nine?"

"Geese Bernard no reason to be a grouch."

Just before Bernard could say another word the door to the workshop opened and Sarah saw her chance. She scooped up the pups and ran for it, Bernard closely in tow; they raced right for Santa's office.

They burst through the door and both started to talk at the same time until Santa quieted them down.

"Now what's the problem?" Scott asked. "Sarah first."

"Well, I found these pups, and there's no mother, and they're really really cute. See?" At this she held one up quickly and put it back down. "Can I keep them pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?" She said all of this as quickly as she could then finished with a cute little smile only little girls can get away with.

Then Bernard started in. "Santa, certainly you see the unnecessary, not to mention dangerous threat this would bring?" He asked quite professionally.

"Actually Bernard, I think this would be a great thing for Sarah to keep them, it would teach her responsibility, and if she insists on wandering, which she does, they'll provide great protection."

Bernard's jaw dropped. "You're kidding me."

But Santa just laughed and Sarah smugly grinned and stuck her tongue out as she happily skipped out of the office to teach her new friends their way around.

Present

Sarah laughed as she came out of her memory, she and her wolves had gotten into a lot of trouble, but they were great companions and truly watched over her when things got bad.

A load crash made her jump, then she raced into the hallway out side her bedroom, it was open on the other side and looked down into the workshop. "Ah shit." Sarah murmured as she looked down at Chuck in a mess of the roof that collapsed when he ran into it. "That damn reindeer!" The damage would keep the elves from working and would take months to repair, and worst of all it was 2 weeks before Christmas.